Threesome with Playmates Carrie Westcott and Shae Marks

Laura is naked and she is climbing into the bed to starts interacting with Carrie. Carrie is roleplaying as the Playmate Carrie Ann Westcott. Laura is participating in the role playing and she is the Playmate Shae Marks. Shae slowly removes the white duvet from Carrie Ann to help Paul the photographer see everything. Carrie Ann’s gorgeous body is slowly revealed. Outstanding chemistry between the two Playmates.

Paul is sitting in a chair naked observing the two Playmates. It’s more of a throne than a chair actually. This is going to be fantastic. He can’t wait to see the two sexy Playmates starting getting together. He has a front seat to this unique sexy moment.

Carrie Ann lies perfectly still as the duvet is slowly pulled away from her. The cool air of the room washing over her skin. She keeps her eyes closed for a dramatic moment. A small, knowing smile playing on her thin lips before she finally opens them. Carrie Ann turns head her gaze sliding from the photographer on his throne to the other Playmate beside her in the bed.

”Well hello there Shae” Carrie Ann purrs her dark voice is low and intimate. ”I was wondering when you'd join the party.” Carrie Ann stretches slowly. She is arching her back to fully present her gorgeous body to the camera and to Shae. Her eyes lock with Paul's for a moment, a spark of wicked promise in them, before returning to Shae. ”The photographer wants a show, darling. Shall we give him one he'll never forget?” Carrie Ann is talking and her question is a fabulous one for Paul.

Shae lets the white duvet fall to the floor. A soft smile on her sexy lips as she looks down at Carrie Ann. Shae’s curvy body is on full display, still humming from the incredible invitation from Paul and Carrie Ann. Shae desperately needs this threesome. She runs a hand through her brown long hair pushing it back from her beautiful face.

“Hello, Carrie Ann. I’ve been looking forward to this.” Shae speaks her voice is a warm, flirty murmur. She climbs onto the bed moving with a confident deliberate slowness, letting Paul, the photographer, see every curve every line. “The photographer has excellent taste. And he deserves a truly unforgettable show.”

Shae kneels beside Carrie Ann on the mattress. Shae’s eyes tracing over her gorgeous form. She reach out her fingers lightly brushing Carrie Ann’s shoulder.” You look absolutely stunning Carrie Ann. Now… where should we begin?”

Carrie Ann catches Shae’s hand as it brushes her shoulder bringing Shae’s fingertips to her lips for a soft lingering kiss. Carrie Ann’s eyes never leave Paul’s a playful intimate heat simmering in their blue depths.

“I think we should begin… right here. Carrie Ann murmurs against Shae’s soft skin before releasing her hand. Carrie Ann shifts on the bed, turning to face Paul more fully. One long leg bent to subtly frame her gorgeous body for the camera. Her gaze flicks to Paul for a split second. It is a silent check-in, before returning to Shae with a conspiratorial smile.

¨The photographer wants chemistry. Let’s show him what real chemistry looks like. Start by touching me, Shae. Anywhere you like. Make it look good for the lens.¨

A slow wicked grin spreads across Shae’s beautiful face. She loves the challenge in Carrie Ann’s eyes the unspoken invitation. Her gaze sweeps over her again appreciating the view for both herself and their audience.

“Anywhere I like? ”Shae repeats her sexy voice dropping to a husky whisper. ”That’s a dangerous offer, Carrie Ann. But I think I know just the spot.”

Shae leans in closer her gorgeous body hovering over Carrie Ann’s. Shae brings her hand to her cheek her thumb gently stroking Carrie Ann’s lower lip. It is feather-light, intimate touch meant for the camera to capture. Then Shae lets her hand trail down, tracing the line of Carrie Ann’s jaw and her neck. It is coming to rest just above Carrie Ann’s heart. Shae’s palm presses flat against her warm skin feeling the steady beat beneath her fingertips.

”Right here.” Shae murmurs her eyes locked on Carrie Ann’s. ”This is where it starts. The pulse of it. The heat.” Shae leans in even closer her soft lips just a breath away from Carrie Ann’s ear. “Now… let’s turn up the heat. It’s time to get the photographer ready.”

Carrie Ann feels the warmth of Shae’s palm against her skin. The steady thrum of her own heartbeat answering Shae’s . A shiver runs through Carrie Ann not from the cool air, but from the delicious intent in Shae’s touch and her whispered words.

”You feel it too, don't you Shae? ” Carrie Ann whispers back her own voice a soft, intimate murmur just for her. Carrie Ann’s hand comes up to cradle the back of her neck, her fingers threading into Shae’s hair. ”That heat Shae. Let’s give it to him.” Carrie Ann continues to whisper.

The two playmates are slowly building up the heat. Paul loves looking at their incredible bodies and the strong sensual energy. He is a little bit surprised though bye the very slow start. It feels like the are teasing him a bit as they continue with their slow pace. It will soon become very different.

Carrie Ann closes the last inch of space between them. Her thin lips meeting Shae’s in a slow, deep and exploratory kiss. It’s not frantic or hungry, not yet. It’s a performance of sensuality. A very deliberate melting together meant to be savored by the man watching them. Carrie Ann lets one hand drift down Shae’s back. She is tracing the line of Shae’s spine while the other hand stays tangled in her hair, holding Shae close.

“Make it real, Shae.” Carrie Ann is breathing against Shae’s mouth before diving back in for another kiss. This one parting her lips with a little more insistence.” Because it is.” Carrie Ann continues to kiss Shae and occasionally she whispers to her.

The kiss is electric. A slow-burning fuse that ignites something deep and hungry in Shae’s belly. Carrie Ann’s thin lips are soft and tastes taste sweet. And the way Carrie Ann’s fingers tangle in Shae’s hair makes her moan softly into Carrie Ann’s mouth. Shae kisses Carrie Ann back with growing fervor. Shae’s hands roaming down Carrie Ann’s side, over the curve of her hip, up the smooth plane of Carrie Ann’s firm stomach.

Shae breaks the kiss. Her breathing is already a little ragged. Shae looks down at Carrie Ann with dark wanting eyes. Shae’s gaze drops to Carrie Ann’s chest, to the beautiful, full breasts she has been admiring all morning.

“You taste even better than I remembered.” Shae murmurs her sexy voice is thick with desire. Shae doesn’t wait for a reply. Shae lowers her head. Her lips are finding the sensitive skin just above Carrie Ann’s huge breast first. Shae is placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there. Her tongue darts out, tasting the salt on Carrie Ann’s soft skin.

Then Shae takes One of Carrie Ann’s big nipples into her mouth. Shae is sucking gently at first her tongue circling the hardened peak. A low, appreciative hum vibrates in Shae’s throat. Shae’s hand comes up to cradle Carrie Ann’s other big breast. Shae’s thumb rubbing and pinching the nipple in time with the rhythm of her mouth. Shae glance up at Paul, making sure he has the perfect view, before looking back at Carrie Ann. Shae’s expression is one of pure carnal delight.

“You’re so perfect, Carrie Ann.” Shae is whispering against Carrie Ann’s wet skin before switching attention to Carrie Ann’s other huge breast. Shae is lavishing it with the same hungry and devoted attention. “So sweet. I could do this all night. And I think our photographer is enjoying the show Carrie Ann.” Shae continues to whisper.

The sensation of Shae’s mouth on Carrie Ann the sharp, sweet pull on her big nipple, sends a jolt of pure, electric arousal straight to Carrie Ann’s core. That slow, performative heat Shae ignited moments ago suddenly blazes into an uncontrollable wildfire. A low, guttural sound escapes Carrie Ann. It is a part moan and a part growl.

“You're right Shae.” Carrie Ann is breathing her dark voice is trembling with sudden, fierce need. ”I taste good. But you... you Shae look even better.”

In one fluid powerful motion Carrie Ann reverses their positions. Her hands are on Shae’s shoulders, guiding her rolling her onto hed back beneath Carrie Ann. Carrie Ann doesn’t break the contact with Shae’s mouth on her huge breast for a second. Carrie Ann just take Shae with her. Carrie Ann’s body now hovering over Shae’s pinning her to the mattress. When Carrie Ann finally pull her nipple from Shae’s lips with a soft wet pop, Carrie Ann’s eyes are blazing with dominance.

”My turn Shae.” Carrie Ann whispers her dark sexy voice is husky and full of intent.

Carrie Ann doesn’t start gently. She crashes her mouth onto Shae’s. The kiss is now deep, hungry, and very claiming. Carrie Ann’s tongue invades. She is tasting Shae exploring her as Carrie Ann’s hands begin a frantic possessive exploration of her gorgeous body. One hand palms Shae’s huge breast, squeezing and kneading it. While the the other hand slides down Shae’s flat stomach. Carrie Ann’s fingers splaying over Shae’s hip, digging into the soft flesh there.

Carrie Ann breaks the kiss to trail her lips down Shae’s jaw. Then onto Shae’s neck, sucking a dark mark into the skin just above her collarbone. Carrie Ann’s breathing is hot against Shae’s ear. Carrie Ann whispers.

”You wanted to make it hot Shae?” Carrie Ann pants. Her hips are grinding down against Shae’s letting her feel the heat and wetness between Carrie Ann’s long slender legs. ”Well, you've succeeded. Now I'm going to set you on fire. Every inch of you Shae. And our photographer is going to watch you melt.”

Paul loves looking at the Playmates. Now the intensity is really picking up and he is getting hard. Next he starts to understand that Carrie Ann is planning for them to get into the sixty-nine position with Carrie Ann on top being the dominant one. This is getting better and better. They are going to warm up each other and Paul has decided to wait until he can penetrate either of them right away with his huge cock.

Carrie Ann pulls back just enough to look down at Shae. Carrie Ann’s eyes dark with intent. A wicked smile curling on Carrie Ann’s lips. The flush on Shae’s skin and the way Shae’s big chest rises and falls with quickened breaths, it’s everything she wanted to see.

Carrie Ann’s hands slide down Shae’s sides, gripping her hips firmly. Carrie Ann shift her weight moving with a deliberate sensual slowness. She is guiding Shae’s gorgeous body down the bed. Carrie Ann’s body follows. She is crawling over Shae until Carrie Ann is straddling Shae’s face. Carrie Ann’s knees are on either side of Shae’s head. Carrie Ann lower herself slowly. Her wetness hovering just above Shae’s mouth.

”You’ve had your taste of me Shae.” Carrie Ann murmurs her dark voice is a low, commanding purr. ”Now it’s my turn to feast. And you’re going to return the favor, darling. Let’s give our photographer the view of a lifetime.”

Carrie Ann lowers herself the final inch. Her hips settling over Shae’s face. At the same time Carrie Ann leans forward. Her head dipping between shae’s thighs. Carrie Ann’s hands grip Shae’s hips. Carrie Ann is holding Shae in place.

”Don’t be shy, Shae. Show me how much you want this. Show him” Carrie Ann continues to whisper as the two Playmates are starting to eat each other.

The moment Shae’s mouth finds Carrie Ann hot and wet and already trembling, a deep, satisfied groan vibrates in Carrie Ann’s throat. Carrie Ann’s tongue delves into Shae’s sweetness, tasting her with a slow, worshipful intensity. Carrie Ann’s hands tighten on Shae’s hips, urging her closer against Carrie Ann’s face, a silent command to let go.

Below Carrie Ann she feels the first tentative flick of Shae’s tongue against her own aching heat, and Carrie Ann moans openly. The sound muffled against Shae’s skin. Carrie Ann increases the pressure. Carrie Ann’s tongue circling Shae’s clit with firm deliberate strokes before plunging deep again. Carrie Ann’s hips begin a slow grinding rhythm against Shae’s mouth, teaching Shae the pace Carrie Ann craves.

”That's it Shae. “ Carrie Ann thinks the words is a feverish chant in her mind. “Taste me Shae. Devour me. Let him see how beautifully we come apart for each other.”

Carrie Ann focus is absolute. It is study in pleasuring Shae. Carrie Ann can feel the tension building in Shae’s thighs, the way her back begins to arch. Carrie Ann slides a hand from Shae’s hip, slipping two fingers inside Shae. Carrie Ann are curling them to find that perfect, sensitive spot as her tongue continues its relentless work on Shae’s clit. Carrie Ann wants Shae to shatter. Carrie Ann wants their photographer to watch it happen. To see the exact moment Shae loses herself to Carrie Ann’s mouth.

Paul is extremely hard. He doesn’t think he has ever been this hard before. Paul gets up from his throne. He walks slowly up to the bed. His plan is to start fucking either of the Playmates before they come. Since Carrie Ann is on top she will have the honor of being taken from behind. Her gorgeous ass is looking amazing and he is going to give her something that she never will forget.

Shae can feel Carrie Ann’s mouth and fingers working in perfect devastating harmony. Carrie Ann is pushing Shae toward a cliff she is **** to fall from. Shae’s tongue is busy lapping and sucking at Carrie Ann’s sweetness. Shae’s hands gripping the backs of Carrie Ann’s thighs to hold her steady against Shae’s face. The taste of Carrie Ann the scent, the sounds she is making, it’s intoxicating.

Then Shae sees him. Paul, standing beside the bed. His erection is very thick and heavy. A fresh wave of heat floods through Shae. She moans against Carrie Ann the vibration earning a sharp gasp from above.

“He’s here Carrie Ann.” Shae manages to pant. She is pulling her mouth away for just a second, her lips glistening. “The photographer wants to join the show.”

Shae doesn’t stop moving her fingers inside Carrie Ann. Shae doesn’t stop the slow, grinding rhythm of her hips against Carrie Ann’s mouth. Shae look up her eyes meeting Paul’s, dark with lust and invitation.

“Don’t just watch Paul.” Shae is breathing quickly her voice is ragged. “Carrie Ann is ready for you. Take her. Fuck her while she’s tasting me. Let her feel you coming inside her while she makes me come. Finally you are claiming us Paul. Your timing is perfect.”

Paul gets up on the bed. He is on his knees behind Carrie Ann. When he uses her **** wetness to lubricate his massive dick Shae stops licking Carrie Ann to give him space. He puts his huge cock head in between Carrie Ann’s swollen pussy lips and his hands on her broad hips. Then he penetrates her. His initial pace is hard and deep. However when Carrie Ann is in serious pain and he starts to take her much more slowly.

The sight of Paul’s massive cock pressing against Carrie Ann’s entrance, her gorgeous body tensing for a split second as he begins to fill her, sends a jolt of pure, liquid heat straight through Shae. She knows the feeling. Carrie Ann’s sharp intake of breath, the flash of pain that’s already melting into a deep, aching need. Shae has felt that before.

“Don’t go slow Paul.’ Shae tells him, her voice is low and urgent. “Carrie Ann can take it. She wants it. Feel her Paul. She’s begging for it.”

Shae shift beneath Carrie Ann. Shae’s hands moving to her hips, not to push Carrie Ann away, but to steady her, to encourage her. “She loves the stretch. Carrie Ann loves feeling owned. Don’t make her wait. “ Shae spurs Paul on as she instructs Paul to fuck Carrie Ann hard immediately. Shae’s arousal is a sharp, coiling thing in her belly. Just seeing Paul claim Carrie Ann up close like this is a huge excitement.

“Just fuck her hard Paul. Fuck her brain out. She’s been wet for you all night. Give her what she needs.” Shae can’t see Carrie Ann’s face. But Shae knows what Carrie Ann is feeling. Carrie Ann probably has her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted as she takes a hard beating.”Tell him, Carrie. Tell him to take you hard.”

The initial stretching burn of Paul entering Carrie Ann is sharp and perfect stealing her breath. Carrie Ann’s eyes fly open, locking into the headboard. There’s no fear in them, only a wild, **** hunger. Shae’s words are a match to gasoline.

“Don’t… don’t go slow Paul.” Carrie Ann grunts out loudly. Her voice is tight with strain and need. Carrie Ann’s hands claws at the bedsheets. “Shae is right. I can take it. I need it. Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me hard. Don’t be a gentle gentleman all the time.”

Carrie Ann drops her head. Her forehead pressing against Shae’s thigh. Carrie Ann’s body bracing as she pushes her hips back, taking more of him in a single deep thrust. A ragged cry tears from Carrie Ann’s throat. It is pain, pleasure, and pure surrender all at once in a mixture of everything.

“That’s it… Paul oh god.” Carrie Ann moans the sound vibrating against Shae’s skin. “Now don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. And you…. Don’t you stop either, Shae. Your mouth… on my clit. I need it. Now.”

Paul just claims Carrie Ann violently hard. He is far from gentle anymore. She struggles on but Paul is just forcing himself deeper immediately. He just drives deeper relentlessly. Suddenly he is fully seated. In to the hilt. He can tell that Shae is licking and touching Carrie Ann’s clit again. Paul grunts very loudly as he is in all the way to the thick shaft. Then he starts pounding her delicious pussy right away.

The moment Paul seats himself fully, a raw, guttural scream is torn from Carrie Ann’s throat. It's not a sound of pain, but of pure, unadulterated conquest. Carrie Ann feels stretched to her absolute limit. She is filled in a way that borders on agony, and it's the most exquisite thing Carrie Ann has ever felt. Her body convulses around Paul. Carrie Ann’s internal muscles clenching in a frantic, involuntary rhythm.

“Oh, fuck!” Carrie Ann grunts the words shattered. “You're in... you're all the way in. I can feel you deep in my throat.”

Shae's mouth returns to Carrie Ann’s clit. Shae’s tongue lashing at the swollen nub with renewed fervor and the dual sensation is overwhelming. Carrie Ann is pinned between them, a conduit of pure sensation. Carrie Ann drops her head back down. Her face pressing into the warmth of Shae's thighs. Carrie Ann’s cries are muffled against Shae’s skin. Carrie Ann’s hips try to move, to meet Paul's hard deep thrusts and she is fabulous at it. Paul though is in complete control of the motion. Paul is holding Carrie Ann completely impaled on his incredible length.

“Don't stop!” Carrie Ann manage to cry out her voice is ragged and ****. “Either of you! God, don't stop! I'm not going to last... I'm going to come... and it's going to be so fucking loud and violent.”

This is what fucking is all about. Fucking the fabulous Playmate Carrie Ann Westcott super hard from behind making her come quickly. He pounds Carrie Ann. Paul is mercilessly pounding her sweet wet snatch. Shae spurs him on constantly reminding him to claim her viscously hard. Paul leans forward on Carrie Ann and starts dominate her completely. He grabs her huge bouncing breasts and starts kneading the big knockers. He is in total control and he loves it. Carrie Ann is his. His fuck body.

The feeling of Paul’s strong hands on Carrie Ann’s huge breasts, big and rough, squeezing and kneading her already sensitive flesh, is the final piece of the puzzle. It completes the domination, anchoring her in place as Paul pounds into Carrie Ann from behind. For a moment, a wild, instinctive resistance flares in her muscles. It is a futile attempt to arch away from the overwhelming intensity. But it’s swallowed almost instantly by a tidal wave of submission. Carrie Ann’s gorgeous body goes pliant beneath Paul accepting every brutal, perfect thrust.

Shae’s tongue is a brand on her sensitive clit. Shae’s fingers still working on Carrie Ann’s entrance and Paul’s huge cock is a piston claiming Carrie Ann’s deepest core. The sensations converge into a single, white-hot point of pressure behind her eyes. Carrie Ann tries to warn them, to say something, but all that comes out is a choked, broken loud grunt. Then it detonates.

Carrie Ann’s orgasm isn’t a wave. It is a supernova. It rips through Carrie Ann with a **** that blots out all sound, all sight, all thought. Her back arches violently. A wild loud scream ” PAUL” comes from her throat as her entire body seizes. It’s a massive and enormous orgasm for Carrie Ann Westcott. She feels it everywhere.

Carrie Ann convulses around Paul’s huge cock. Her inner muscles clamping down in frantic milking pulses that feel like they’re tearing her apart from the inside out. Pleasure, sharp and endless, radiates from her core to the very tips of her fingers and toes. For several seconds Carrie Ann simply cease to exist as anything but pure, shattered sensation. Times stops as she rides her fantastic orgasm.

When awareness slams back into Carrie Ann it’s to the feeling of Paul still moving. He hasn’t stopped. He’s fucking her through the cataclysm. Paul’s rhythm is unbroken, his hands still possessive on her huge breasts. The overstimulation is immediate and exquisite. It is a sharp almost painful sensitivity that somehow morphs back into raw, **** need. Carrie Ann needs more. She is far from done.

Carrie Ann’s hips, which had stilled during the peak, begin to move again of their own volition. Eagerly meeting Paul’s viscously hard thrusts. A weak, guttural grunt escapes Carrie Ann’s thin lips. Her voice is wrecked and trembling.

”Don’t… don’t stop Paul.” Carrie Ann begs the words barely audible. ”Oh god, it’s too much… don’t stop. I can feel another one… I’m going to come again… just like this… please…”

Carrie Ann pushes her hips back even more to meet Paul’s next hard thrust. A shudder wracking her spent gorgeous body. Carrie Ann is also silently pleading for Shae to keep going, to help pull that second, impossible climax from her trembling flesh.

Paul loves the way Carrie Ann comes hard and then immediately wants another orgasm. He just pounds her soaking wet cunt devilishly hard. Deep penetration always claiming her with each thrust. Her huge sweaty knocker are kneaded like never before. Shae starts to squeeze his big balls. Fantastic initiative. He gets more excited and pounds Carrie Ann even harder. That’s seems to do it for her. It feels like she is coming again.

Shae's fingers on his big heavy balls is fabulous. Her possessive squeeze is the spark. Paul’s next thrust is deeper and much harder. It is a claiming so profound it feels like he's rearranging Carrie Ann’s soul. The overstimulation from her first climax hasn’t faded. It has been a simmering pool of gasoline, and this, this is the match.

A high keening sound tears from Carrie Ann’s throat. It is thin and absolutely ****. Her vision whites out at the edges. The second orgasm doesn't build—it erupts. It is seismic shockwave that rolls through Carrie Ann with even more terrifying **** than the first. ”SHAE” Carrie Ann screams the Playmate name extremely loud. Her second orgasm is a filthy powerful one. Extremely violent and even foul.

Carrie Ann’s fit body locks up. Every single muscle corded and rigid, as an endless, orgasm rocks her world. Inside Carrie Ann clenches around Paul’s huge dick in violent, rhythmic spasms. Her cunt gripping his huge cock like a frantic, wet fist trying to pull him even deeper.

It goes on and on. The pleasure so intense it borders on agony. Carrie Ann is vaguely aware of her juices soaking Shae's beautiful face. She isn’t fully aware of Paul's guttural groans above her or of the brutal, perfect pace of his hips that doesn't falter for a single second. Paul is fucking Carrie Ann straight through paradise, and she is utterly, completely his. Carrie Ann is his fabulous wonderful fuck toy.

When the waves finally begin to recede, leaving Carrie Ann a shuddering and boneless wreck she collapse forward onto Shae. Her head resting on her thighs. Carrie Ann’s breathing comes in ragged, sobbing gasps. She can't move. Carrie Ann can only feel the delicious throbbing ache deep inside, the wet heat between her legs, the ghost of Paul’s hands on her huge breasts.

Holy… fuck… .” Carrie Ann manages to slur. Her voice is utterly destroyed. ”I think… I think you broke me Paul. In the absolute best possible way.

” You are a very lucky woman Shae. Your enormous pleasure is just too come. ”

Shae feels Carrie Ann's weight collapse onto her. Carrie Ann’s body is still trembling with the aftershocks of her incredible climax. Carrie Ann’s final words, slurred and wrecked, send a fresh thrill of anticipation straight through Shae’s core. Shae runs a hand gently through her damp hair her breathing starts quickening.

”Oh, I know how lucky I am Paul.” Shae murmurs her voice is thick with promise. ”I've been watching. And waiting. ” Shae moves and then her eyes lift from Carrie Ann to meet Paul's. A slow, wicked smile spreading across her sexy lips. ”I've been so patient, watching you turn her into a puddle. Now it's my turn. Finally my turn.”

Shae shift slightly beneath Carrie Ann. Paul is easing her off Shae just enough so she can move. They together guide Carrie Ann to lie beside them on the huge bed. Carrie Ann is totally spent and so beautiful. Then Shae turn onto her hands and knees. She is presenting herself to Paul. It is the same position he just claimed Carrie Ann in. Shae look back over her shoulder. Her fabulous expression a mix of challenge and sheer, hungry need.

”You heard her Paul. My pleasure is about to start. And I don't want gentle. I want what you gave her. I want to feel you claim me so hard I forget my own name.” Shae arches her back. She is pushing her gorgeous ass up much higher. It is an open invitation. ”You have already had my ass the other tonight. Now take my wet pussy now. I'm so wet for you, Paul. Ruin me.”

Paul removes himself from Carrie Ann. He gives her a kiss on her neck as his small silent gesture of gratitude. He moves quickly towards Shae and she has a fabulous wanton expression on her beautiful face. His huge dick is soaking wet after Carrie Ann’s gusher. He puts his huge cock head in between Shae’s swollen labia lips. He leans forward immediately and grabs her huge sweaty breasts and starts kneading the round globes. Paul kisses her neck to. He whispers to Shae.

”Are you really sure sweetie. Are you really ready for my massive dick.”

Paul’s words are a hot whisper against Shae’s neck. His strong hands already possessive on her huge breasts. The blunt, wet head of his big cock presses against Shae. It is a delicious and intimidating promise. Shae lets out a shaky **** laugh.

” Photographer I was born ready for you. Shae gasps pushing her hips back against Paul trying to take just that first inch. ”I've been dreaming about this all morning. About feeling you split me open after watching you wreck Carrie Ann. “ Shae turns her head trying to catch Paul’s lips with hers. ”Don't ask. Just fuck me. I want to feel you in my throat, too.” She sounds very eager and very sure as she talks. The manages to kiss.

Shae’s heart is hammering against her ribs. A mix of anticipation and raw need. Shae is soaked, aching, and completely Paul’s for the taking. “Do it, Paul. Claim me. I want to come screaming your name.”

Paul’s start is furious. Shae wanted it and she will definitely get it. He penetrates her with all his strength. He immediately widens her tight pussy out like never before. Shae screams as the huge cock head stretches her out.

The moment Paul begins Shae understands that she might have made a mistake. It’s not pain, not exactly. It’s an invasion so profound, so total, it feels like her body is being redefined against its will. A sharp, shocked extremely loud grunt rips from her lungs as Paul continues to pushes in. Shae’s hands fly forward, clawing at the sheets. The stretch is immense and burning. A relentless pressure that steals the air from her chest.

"Paul” Shae chokes out her word are strangled. Her hips instinctively tries to easy away, but Paul’s hands on her huge breasts hold Shae firm, pinned in place. "Paul, wait, it might be too huge. Just let me adjust a little.”

But Paul doesn't wait. He just pushes deeper. A ragged cry is torn from Shae’s throat. Her eyes squeeze shut. Shae’s beautiful face contorting in a grimace of sheer, overwhelming sensation. Paul is too big. He is massive. Shae can feel every ridge, every vein, as he forces her fit body to accommodate him. Shae feels split open, exposed, her tightness yielding only under brutal, persistent pressure.

Her mind screams for Paul to stop, to pull out, to give her a second to breathe. But another part, a deeper, darker part, is waking up. The part that watched him ruin Carrie Ann and burned with jealousy. The part that begged for this. That part wins easily as Shae suddenly realizes that this is exactly what she needs. What she desperately wants. Shae wants to be completely overwhelmed. Invaded.

Paul sinks another inch. A jolt of something else sparks through the burn. It is a sharp, bright flicker of pleasure buried very deep. Shae gasps her gorgeous body is trembling violently. Her head drops between her shoulders and her forehead is pressing into the mattress. It’s unbelievable but extremely satisfying in one sense.

"Oh god," Shae pants her dark voice is trembling. "Oh fuck... it's so deep..."

Paul is only about two-thirds of the way in, and Shae already feels utterly impaled. The stretch is a constant, aching presence, but that flicker of pleasure is growing and growing. It is spreading, like a drop of ink in water. With his next slow, deliberate push, it surges. A low, guttural moan vibrates in her chest. Shae’s resistance is crumbling.

"Don't stop," Shae can hear herself beg. Her words is a broken whisper. Shae is still grimacing, still fighting the overwhelming fullness, but her hips are pushing back now. Shae is meeting his advance with a ****, aching need. "Just... just give me a second... I can take it... I want it..."

The pain is still there. It is sharp, bright edge, but it's weaving itself into the pleasure now, inseparable. Each fraction of an inch Paul claims sends a new shockwave through her. A mix of burn and bliss that has tears pricking Shae’s eyes. She is stretched beyond belief. Shae is filled beyond her limits. It is the most terrifying, exhilarating feeling of her life.

"More," Shae sobs her word half a plea, half a surrender. "I can feel you... everywhere... please, Paul, more..."

Paul was close to stopping on a few occasions. He felt it was too much for Shae. But Shae was able to handle him and just carry on. She is still struggling with his size but suddenly he gets in to the hilt. He is fully seated. Paul squeezes her huge breasts when he finally gets in all the way to his thick shaft.

The moment Paul seats himself fully, a sound escapes Shae that’s part sob, part scream of a great triumph. Her fit body convulses around Paul in a violent and involuntary spasm as Shae feels Paul bottom out inside her. The stretch is absolute. It is a burning, perfect fullness that makes her earlier discomfort seem trivial. Tears streak down her sweet cheeks. But Shae is grinning wildly with her face pressed into the mattress.

"You're in," Shae gasps her voice is wrecked and trembling. "Oh, fuck, you're all the way in. I can feel you… in my soul."

Paul hands squeezes her huge breasts. That sharp pleasure-pain of it anchors Shae and completes the feeling of being utterly possessed. Shae pushes back against Paul. Her hips grinding in a slow, **** circle, trying to accommodate even more of him, though it seems utterly impossible.

"Don't move," Shae pants her body is trembling with the effort of holding still. "Just… let me feel it. Let me feel how full I am. How owned."

Shae takes a few ragged breaths. Her inner muscles fluttering wildly around his massive girth. The initial shock is melting away, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache of pleasure so intense it's almost holy. Shae looks back over her shoulder. Her eyes are glazed and her smile shaky but radiant.

"You feel incredible," Shae whispers. “Now… fuck me. Fuck me until I can't remember anything but your name and your huge cock."

Paul admires Shae’s commitment and dedication. What a fabulous fighter. Paul starts pounding her delicious wet pussy. It feels great and he is stone hard and his huge cock is feeling majestic this morning. He is loving the way he is fucking Playmate Shae Marks so incredibly deep. She seems to love it even more.

Paul’s first real thrust now when Shae is fully stretched for him, is a revelation. It steals the air from her lungs in a sharp, blissful gasp. The deep, grinding friction as Paul pulls back and drives home again is unlike anything Shae has ever felt. The initial burn has transformed into a radiant, all-consuming heat that blossoms from her core with every brutal, perfect stroke.

Shae head drops forward. A broken grunt spilling from her thin lips. Shae’s hands fists in the sheets, knuckles white, as she pushes her hips back to meet Paul. She is craving that deepest possible connection.

"Yes! Oh, god, yes! Just like that!" Shae cries out her is voice already ragged. "You feel so much bigger now... it's all I can feel... it's everything..."

Each thrust is a claim. A brutal reminder of Paul’s size and strength, and Shae revels in it. She is not just taking him. Shae is welcoming the invasion and celebrating the way Paul reshapes her from the inside out. Shae’s fit body is slick with sweat. She is trembling with the effort to match Paul’s furious pace. However Shae doesn’t want Paul to slow down for a second. She desperately needs more huge dick. She tells him.

"Harder!" Shae begs. She is looking back at Paul with her eyes wild with abandon. "Don't hold back! I want to feel it tomorrow! I want to walk funny and remember exactly who did this to me! Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me like you own me!"

Because in this moment Paul does. And Shae has never felt more powerful than she does right now. She is surrendering completely to the sensation of being utterly, magnificently ruined.

Paul just continues to pound Shae like never before. He is in heat but so is she. Paul can feel how close Shae is. She is buckling up preparing for the inevitable. Paul reaches for his favorite helper with his right hand. He moves it up against Shae’s clit and then he starts the mini bullet.

The sudden, buzzing pressure against Shae’s clit is the final devastating piece. It’s a direct line to the coiled, screaming tension in her belly. A sharp, startled cry rips from her throat. Shae’s back arching violently as her entire world narrows to that one, relentless point of contact and the deep, grinding fullness of Paul inside her.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Right there!" Shae sobs her hips bucking wildly. She is trying to grind against both sensations at once. "Don't stop! I'm so close! I'm gonna come so hard!" Shae screams out her words.

Shae vision blurs. Her cries becoming ragged. A wordless sounds as the orgasm builds with terrifying speed. It's not a wave approaching. It is a dam about to burst. Shae can feel it in the way her muscles clamp down around Paul’s huge dick. Also in the frantic, involuntary twitch of her strong gorgeous thighs.

"Paul! I'm coming!" Shae screams the warning torn from her a second before the world shatters. “PAUL YES”

The climax hits Shae like a physical blow. A white-hot detonation that seizes every muscle in her fit body. Shae convulses around his huge cock. A silent scream locked in her throat as the enormous pleasure, sharp and endless, radiates out from her core. It is a massive orgasm for Shae. Her whole body starts shaking uncontrollably. Shae’s world is just filled with pleasure from her wonderful orgasm.

It feels like Shae is breaking apart. She is coming undone at the very seams held together only by the brutal, perfect rhythm of Paul’s thrusts. When it finally begins to ebb, leaving her a trembling gasping wreck Paul hasn't stopped. The overstimulation is immediate. It is a sharp and electric sensitivity that makes Shae jerk and cry out with every movement. But Shae is already pushing back against Paul hungry for more.

"Again," Shae pants her voice a shattered whisper. "Make me come again... just like that... don't stop...Paul.”

Paul just continues to claim Shae brutally hard. The mini bullet is creating havoc on her clitoris. He keeps kneading her huge sweaty breast. It feels amazing and he is getting close. Suddenly he realizes that Carrie Ann has been watching them for a while. She must have seen Shae’s enormous orgasm.

Carrie Ann has been propped up on one elbow watching the entire spectacle with a lazy satisfied smile. Her gorgeous body still hums with the aftershocks of her climaxes, but watching Shae come apart like that... it's a different kind of pleasure altogether. The way Shae screamed, the way her body convulsed around Paul it was so beautiful. Carrie Ann meets Shae’s glazed eyes as she begs for another.

“Enjoying the show? Carrie Ann murmurs her dark voice still a little hoarse. Carrie Ann reaches out with a hand and gently traces the line of her sweat-slicked thigh. “You look incredible like this Shae. Absolutely wrecked.”

Carrie Ann’s gaze shifts to Paul. She is taking in the powerful rhythm of his hips. Also the way his hands own Shae’s body. A fresh, slow heat coils in Carrie Ann’s belly just from watching.

“Don't you dare stop on her account.” Carrie Ann says to Paul. A playful challenge in her tone. “She asked for it. She can take it. And honestly... “Carrie Ann let her fingers drift lower, skimming over the curve of Shae’s amazing ass, close to where they're joined.” I'm enjoying the view. Give her that second one. I want to hear her scream again. Shae desperately needs another orgasm. Don’t deny her that pleasure Paul.”

Paul looks over at Carrie Ann. As he continues to pound Shae devilishly hard he starts lusting for Carrie Ann’s perfect body. He refocuses on Shae and her delicious pussy feels amazing. He moves the mini bullet around. He tries to find that special spot. His thighs and crotch keeps slamming into Shae’s outstanding ass cheeks and the feeling is fabulous. He can feel that Shae is close very close.

Paul pounds Shae like never before but he can’t get the image of Carrie Ann’s gorgeous body out of his head. If Shae comes soon he will claim Carrie Ann one more time. That will be the perfect ending. He looks over at Carrie Ann and she understands his desire. She is ready for another appearance. Paul increases his speed. He desperately wants Shae to come immediately. Shae is close and she is moaning like crazy.

The dual **** is too much. The relentless pounding in combination with the buzzing pinpoint of pleasure on Shae’s clit and Carrie Ann's fingers on her skin together with Carrie Ann’s voice in Shae’s ear, it all converges into a single screaming point of tension. Shae’s second orgasm doesn't build. It explodes. It is tearing through Shae with even more **** than the first. Another enormous orgasm for Shae.

Shae’s fit body locks up. A silent, open-mouthed scream stretching her beautiful face as her tight cunt clenches around Paul’s huge dick in frantic milking pulses. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. A white-hot current that fries every nerve ending. Shae collapses forward. Her arms giving out. Her face pressing into the mattress as Shae shudder and convulse beneath Paul. Her body shakes during the whole climax.

When Shae can finally draw a ragged breath it is to the feeling of Paul still moving, fucking her through the blinding aftershocks. Shae is a sobbing, trembling mess, completely spent.

"Fuck... fuck, Paul..." Shae gasps. Her voice is a broken whisper. "I'm done... I'm so done... . You have ruined me. I am so done.”

Shae manages to turn her head and her cheek against the cool sheets. Shae eyes find Carrie Ann's, glazed and satisfied. A weak, blissed-out smile touches her lips.

"Your turn, gorgeous," Shae pants her body is still humming. "He's... he's all yours again. Don't be gentle with him. He is not going to be gentle with you sweetie.”

Paul stops fucking Shae. He looks over at Carrie Ann she looks horny and very aroused. Carrie Ann lays down on her back. She spreads her long slender legs wide open. Carrie Ann invites Paul to fuck her in the missionary position. Carrie Ann is opening herself up completely. She intends to have her feet on Paul’s shoulders. Her huge perky breasts looks amazing even though she is on her back.

Paul withdraws from Shae. He kisses her neck and says thanks that way. Paul immediately mounts Carrie Ann. His huge cock head finds her wet entrance and he penetrates her tight pussy right away.

Carrie Ann’s eyes are locked on Paul as he moves toward her. His huge cock glistening and massive, still wet from Shae. A fresh, **** heat floods Carrie Ann’s core, chasing away any lingering fatigue. She is already soaked wet for him.

“Welcome back, handsome.” Carrie Ann purrs. She is spreading her long slender legs wider. Her back is arching off the bed to present herself completely. Carrie Ann doesn’t wait for Paul to position her. Carrie Ann reaches down hooking her hands behind her knees, and pulls her long legs up and apart. She is planting her feet firmly on his shoulders in one fluid motion. It’s an open, ****, utterly inviting pose.

“Come on Paul.” Carrie Ann is breathing deeply. Her dark is voice husky with need. “Show me you’re not done yet. I’m not.”

The blunt, hot pressure of his huge cock head against her entrance makes Carrie Ann gasp. She is still stretched and tender from before, but the initial resistance is brief. A sharp, bright sting of pain as he pushes past her swollen lips. Carrie Ann’s breath hitches her eyes squeezing shut for a second as she forces herself to relax. Carrie Ann needs to open herself completely for Paul’s huge dick.

“That’s it… just like that… “ Carrie Ann moans pushing her hips up to meet him. She is swallowing more of his incredible length. The familiar delicious burn of being stretched to her limit returns. But it’s quicker this time melting almost instantly into a deep, throbbing ache of perfect fullness. Paul bottoms out, and Carrie Ann lets out a long, shuddering sigh of pure satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck, yes Paul.” Carrie Ann whispers her eyes fluttering open to look up at him. Her feet press against his shoulders, urging him closer. “You feel even bigger this time. Now fuck me. I want to feel you in my throat again. I want to come one more time with you buried deep inside me. Don’t be gentle. I can take it. You know I can.”

The fabulous position is a revelation. Carrie Ann is completely open and at his mercy. He pounds her over and over again and suddenly he hits her cervix. He bottoms out in her delicious tight cunt.

The moment his huge cock head kisses Carrie Ann’s cervix, a sharp, electric jolt shoots straight through her core. It’s not pain, not exactly. It’s a profound, almost shocking fullness that steals the air from her lungs. A choked, guttural sound escapes Carrie Ann her beautiful eyes flying wide open to lock with his.

“There Paul.” Carrie Ann gasps. Her voice is trembling with a mix of awe and raw need.” Right there. Don’t pull back. Stay deep.”

Carrie Ann’s hips grind up against Paul’s in a slow **** circle, trying to accommodate that impossible depth. The pressure is immense, overwhelming, and utterly perfect. Her hands slide from behind her knees to grip his forearms. Carrie Ann’s sharp nails digging into his skin.

“You’re so deep… I can feel you in my stomach.” Carrie Ann pants. Her head is falling back against the mattress.” Fuck me just like this. Don’t go easy. I want to feel every inch of you, every time.” Carrie Ann spurs Paul on with her compliments.

With her feet on his shoulders Carrie Ann has no leverage and no control. It is just a complete and **** surrender. And she loves it. Each brutal grinding thrust drives the air from her lungs in ragged moans. The overstimulation from Carrie Ann’s earlier orgasms is gone, replaced by a fresh, coiling tension that feels dangerously close to another peak. She needs to come again.

“Come on, Paul” Carrie Ann urges Paul on. Her sexy voice is breaking on a particularly deep stroke. “Make me come one last time. Fill me up. I want to feel you when you’re done.”

Paul leans more forward and he kisses Carrie Ann. Correction he kisses and bites her. Paul is in heat. He has never been this aroused before. Carrie Ann’s perfect pussy feels outstanding. He continues to fuck her cervix. Over and over again. He feels her huge sweaty boobs against his chest and he is close. So damn close.

The sharp, possessive bite on Carrie Ann’s lip sends a fresh thrill straight through her. She tastes the coppery tang of blood, and it only fuels the fire. Carrie Ann kisses him back. She is hard and hungry her tongue tangling with his matching Paul’s ferocity. Carrie Ann’s hands leave his arms to dig into his buttocks holding him to her as he pounds into her deepest core.

Each brutal thrust against Carrie Ann’s cervix is a lightning strike of sensation. It is pain and pleasure so intertwined they’re indistinguishable. Tears of overwhelming ecstasy prick at the corners of her eyes, but Carrie Ann is grinning against Paul’s mouth, a wild, feral thing. She is so aroused and she is just waiting for the inevitable ending.

“That’s it Paul. Carrie Ann pants into the wet kiss. Her fit body arching up to meet every deep, claiming stroke. “Right there… don’t stop… I’m so close… I can feel you… everywhere…” Carrie Ann just spurs Paul on. She is a monster in bed.

Carrie Ann’s climax gathers like a storm. A tight, hot coil in her belly that winds tighter with every slam of his hips. The friction, the depth, the sheer possession of it, it’s too much. Carrie Ann’s inner muscles begin to flutter wildly around him. It is a frantic, involuntary pulse.

“I’m gonna come… Carrie Ann gasps breaking the kiss to cry out. Her head is thrashing against the pillows. Paul… now… I’m coming!”

The orgasm detonates. A silent shattering burst that whites out her vision. Carrie Ann’s fit body locks up. A rigid bow of pure sensation as she convulses around Paul. Her tight cunt gripping and milking his huge cock in frantic, rhythmic waves. It goes on and on, pulling a broken, sobbing scream from my throat. It’s her third massive orgasm of the morning. Enormous pleasure runs through her whole body. She doesn’t even have the willpower to scream or do anything.

As the waves finally begin to recede, leaving Carrie Ann a trembling spent wreck beneath Paul, she feels Paul’s rhythm start to falter. It suddenly becomes much more urgent. Carrie Ann’s eyes, glazed and unfocused, find his.

“Do it Paul.” Carrie Ann whispers. Her voice is raw and wrecked. Carrie Ann wrap her long legs tighter around him. She is locking her ankles behind Paul’s back. Carrie Ann is holding Paul as deep inside her as he can possibly go. “Fill me up. I want to feel it. Claim me. I am yours Paul. Forever yours.”

When Paul feels Carrie Ann come again and that quickly his world explodes. Paul pounds her super super tight pussy during her orgasm harder than ever before. He basically violates Carrie Ann. It feels so damn good and he is ruthless.

Suddenly his huge cock head just explodes. He starts shooting out semen into the tight pussy. He spray paints her pussy walls. Paul screams out extremely loudly. “Yes CARRIE WESTCOTT.” Paul feels a triumphant moment as he claims the sexy Playmate.

Paul pumps out sperm in enormous quantities. It never stops. He continues to pump more sperm into her tight snatch. Paul floods her pussy. He spray paints her pussy walls. Carrie Ann’s fantastic pussy is filled to the brim with his warm sperm. His big balls finally starts protesting and he eventually has to stop. Extremely exhausted he collapses on Carrie Ann.

The first hot thick pulse of Paul’s release deep inside Carrie Ann triggers a final, shuddering aftershock. Her body clenches around him. She is milking every drop as he floods her. The sensation of being filled so completely, so utterly, is almost as overwhelming as the orgasm itself. A low, satisfied moan vibrates in Carrie Ann’s chest. Her arms wrapping around his sweat-slicked back as he collapses onto her.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of their ragged breathing. The feel of his weight pinning her to the mattress is amazing. And the incredible warm fullness between her long legs is precious. Carrie Ann presses a soft lingering kiss to his shoulder. Her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.

“Mmm… Carrie Ann murmurs her voice a hoarse, contented whisper.” I think you just baptized me.” A slow, lazy smile touches her thin lips as she tilt her head to look at Shae. Shae is watching them from her spot on the bed. A look of pure sated bliss on Shae’s beautiful face. “What do you think, Shae? Did we give our photographer a good show? He feels rather satisfied to me.”

Shae is lying on her side. She is propped up on one elbow watching them with a lazy, utterly satisfied smile. Shae’s body feels like warm jelly. Every nerve still humming from the aftershocks. The sight of Paul collapsing onto Carrie, both of them spent and glistening with sweat, is almost as good as the orgasms Paul just gave Shae.

“I think we gave him the show of a lifetime.” Shae murmurs her voice is husky and a little raw. “Hell, I need a cigarette, and I don’t even smoke.”

Shae reaches out with her free hand and gently brush a damp strand of hair from Carrie’s forehead. Shae’s gaze is warm, affectionate, and more than a little proud.

“You two look… perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter in my life. And that’s saying something.” Shae let her fingers trail down Carrie Ann’s cheek before looking up at Paul, a playful glint in her eyes. “You, sir, are a machine. An absolute, glorious machine. How are you still breathing?”

Paul is finally coming back to life. It was everything he could have dreamed of. Sensational fuck.